You tell that precious child of yours to to run (not walk) to the Old Town School of Folk Music and sign up for 'wiggle-worms', their most excellent music program for kids., and tell her that her Unky Rev. Jack is very proud of her.

Careful B.A., remember that the Reverend has a delicate ticker after all those years of pipe-smoking and pornography testing, and we wouldn't want to put him six feet under before he has a chance to finally master that second banjo song he's been working so hard to learn all these years.

I have a compromise. Instead of learning the banjo. Why not have the child's front teeth removed and replacing them with little harmonicas. That way every breath will be rewarded with a symphony of sound. If later she decides that she must be a banjo player she need but remove the harmonicas to be halfway to her goal.